Crow Immortal: I Can Duplicate Infinite Resources

Chapter 202: Not Even a Window

Lu Yun stretched luxuriously, cracked his knuckles, and retied his belt.

He found a soft patch of grass near the rocks, flopped down, and released his white crane from its Spirit Beast Bag. The bird looked listless. It pecked at the hem of his robe, then wandered off, clearly uninterested in its master’s antics.

Lu Yun ignored it, staring up at the clouds.

Logically, he shouldn’t go for a second round today. But since he was already here…

From behind the rocks, Qi Feiyan stared in disbelief.

She had stumbled upon a secret, alright. Just not the kind she expected.

My luck is terrible, she thought, grimacing. This was supposed to be a romantic, vulnerable encounter. Instead, I walked in on… this.

Still, she couldn’t waste the opportunity. It would be suspicious to seek him out later when she was supposed to be with Hua Qi.

Fine. I’ll work with what I have.

Qi Feiyan stomped her foot, deliberately snapping a dry twig.

Lu Yun, who was just settling in, groaned. He turned his head lazily. “Who’s there?”

“Oh!” Qi Feiyan stepped out, feigning surprise. “Senior Brother Lu? I… I took a wrong turn. I didn’t mean to disturb your rest.”

“It’s not my private property,” Lu Yun said, sitting up.

Qi Feiyan nodded but didn’t leave. Instead, she put on an expression of innocent curiosity. “Senior Brother, Han Yu is teaching at the Battle Hall right now. Everyone says his lessons are incredible. Why aren’t you watching?”

Lu Yun waved a hand dismissively. “What’s the point?”

“I have important matters to attend to. I don’t have time for lectures.”

Qi Feiyan’s smile twitched. Important matters? Sleeping in the grass?

“Senior Brother Lu,” she lowered her voice, leaning in conspiratorially. “I’ve heard rumors. They say you are the second most talented prodigy in the sect. That your true strength is only a hair’s breadth below Han Yu. Is it true?”

Lu Yun blinked. “Who told you that?”

Qi Feiyan frowned internally. No anger? No resentment?

She pressed on. “I just heard people talking. It must be frustrating… to be so talented, yet overshadowed.”

Lu Yun stared at her, confused. “Wait. Who are you again?”

Qi Feiyan froze. He doesn’t even know me?

She forced a laugh. “I am Qi Feiyan. From the Great Desert Dynasty. I was saved by Senior Brother Hua Qi and joined as an Outer Disciple.”

“Oh! The Dual Spirit Root girl!” Lu Yun nodded. “Lucky you. I have Three Spirit Roots. I only got in because they bent the rules.”

Qi Feiyan’s eyes narrowed. He’s playing dumb.

“Senior Brother is joking,” she said sweetly. “With your talent, how could your Spirit Roots be worse than mine?”

“Talent comes in many forms,” Lu Yun said vaguely. He looked at her, his gaze sharpening slightly.

Most people treated Lu Yun with annoyance or disdain. Only a few, like his Master or Elder Yan, showed genuine care. But this girl… she was treating him like a prize to be won. It was weird.

“So,” Qi Feiyan tried again, “how does your talent compare to Han Yu?”

Lu Yun sat up straighter, looking alarmed. “Why are you asking? Wait… did Han Yu send you?”

He looked around nervously. “That guy is petty. Last time I made a joke, his crows harassed my crane for three days. If I talk trash about him now, is he going to ambush me?”

Qi Feiyan’s heart leaped. Finally! He’s afraid!

“Senior Brother is joking,” she said, putting on a wronged expression. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Since I joined, Senior Brother Han has ignored me. I don’t know what I did to offend him…”

She sniffed, wiping her eyes. “I just feel… it’s unfair. For both of us.”

Lu Yun scratched his head, looking uncomfortable. “Uh… don’t cry…”

Got him, she thought.

Suddenly, Lu Yun slapped his thigh. “I get it! You want me to help you fight Han Yu!”

“What?” Qi Feiyan blinked.

“You’re mad at him, so you want me to beat him up for you!” Lu Yun grinned.

“No! I just—”

“Forget it,” Lu Yun interrupted, flopping back onto the grass. “I’m lazy, not stupid. Han Yu is petty, but he’s kept a lot of disciples alive. If you want someone to fight him, find someone else. I don’t have a death wish.”

Qi Feiyan’s smile shattered.

He sees right through me.

Lu Yun yawned loudly, closing his eyes.

“Senior Brother Lu…”

Snore.

“Senior Brother…”

Snore. Snore.

Qi Feiyan stood there, her fists clenching. Her seduction, her carefully crafted narrative… dismissed with a nap.

“Senior Brother Lu,” she said through gritted teeth. “I will take my leave.”

Snore. Snore. Snore. (Translation: Good. Riddance.)

Qi Feiyan spun on her heel, grinding a weed into the dirt as she stormed away.

Once her footsteps faded, Lu Yun opened one eye.

“Want to use me?” he scoffed. “No door. Not even a window.”

He sat up, his expression serious. “That woman is dangerous. I need to tell Master and Han Yu.”

“But first…”

He reached for his belt.

“YOU SCUM!”

A furious roar erupted from the bushes.

Yuan Shengjiao stormed out, grabbed Lu Yun by the ear, and blasted him with Hundred Flowers Poison.

Lu Yun stiffened, turning purple and immobile like a giant eggplant.

“Master is working herself to death, and you’re out here slacking off?!” Yuan Shengjiao screamed.

“Senior Sister!” Lu Yun wheezed through the paralysis. “Wait! I have intel! Important intel for Master!”

“And get Han Yu! He needs to hear this too!”